First Act (Night Fury 1)

Let’s do this.

When we’re both in the truck, he asks, “Where are we headed?”

“Greenwood.”

Hyke’s eyes narrow. “Greenwood? How the heck did you end up here? That’s a long way away.”

Reaching up, I fist the seatbelt and whisper apologetically, “I’m sorry. I know it’s far.” I pause, and then ask fearfully, “You’re not going to take me home now, are you?”

Hyke sighs and I know this game just started. “I will take you home, Rachel. I said I would, so I will.”

But?

“But I’m just curious.” Bingo. “Why didn’t you kiss that boy today? Kissing is nothing. It means nothing. Why didn’t you just do it?” He grins. “You might have liked it.”

I am this close to ending this fucker right now.

Instead, I bite my lip and look up at him from under my lashes. “I wanted to; I just didn’t know how.”

Hyke looks heavenward, and I’m sure he’s thinking he’s hit the underage jackpot. I’m glad he feels this way.

Let’s see if he still feels this way in ten minutes.

He lowers his face and looks straight ahead. “I could show you.” He peeks at me from the corner of his eye. “There’s nothing to it. It’s easy.”

I furrow my brow. “I don’t know...”

Hyke lifts his hands in surrender. “One kiss. Then, if you want to stop, we’ll stop.” He crosses his heart with a fingertip. “Cross my heart.”

I look up in thought. “One kiss? Then you’ll take me home?”

Hyke jerks a nod. “If that’s what you want.”

I wring my hands and look down at my lap. “Okay.”

This is the part I dread.

Knowing Marco and Clark are both listening in.

Hyke moves down the bench seat and is by my side before I can take a breath. Looking up at him with wide eyes, I whisper, “I don’t know what to do.”

He runs a hand down my cheek and I lean into it. “I’ll show you.”

I’m appalled at my reaction to this little game. I seem to be getting turned on.

He lowers his face to mine until our lips brush, and then he speaks against them softly, “You just put your lips on mine and kiss me. Follow my lead, baby. We’ll start slow.”

Then we’re kissing. And fuck me, I have to press my legs together. Hard. I’m extremely aroused.

He softly kisses my lips, keeping his hands to himself and only using his lips to start with. Pulling back, he asks, “How was that?”

I blink. “It was good. I liked it.” I flush, knowing I’m actually not lying here.

He grins. “More?”

Nodding, I move to meet him in the middle of the seat. This time, when his lips meet mine, I moan and listen as Hyke cusses, “Fuck. You’re a ripe one.”

His tongue darts out into my open mouth, and without meaning to, I lift my hands to cup his cheeks, pressing my chest to him. His arms wrap around me. I lift my leg to rest on his thigh, doing this purposely so he can get a glimpse of my white cotton panties.

Our kissing goes from gentle to vicious in mere seconds. I have him where I want him, and I know it.

He bites my bottom lip and I begin to rub myself against his thigh. His loud groan fills the cab, and then I’m lifted up and onto his lap, legs spread. Still kissing, he grips my ass and pulls me into him, grinding his crotch into mine.

The moan I let out is very real. My nipples pebble and I’m close to coming.

He pulls his lips away from mine and watches me through hooded eyes. “Have you ever touched yourself before?”

My eyes widen. I don’t answer.

He grinds some more. “Don’t be shy. I want to make you come. Have you ever had an orgasm before, baby?”

I shake my head vigorously and he grins. “Good. I’m glad I’ll be your first.”

His hips start to rotate, and his denim-covered hard bulge brushes over my magic button. My eyes roll back into my head. “Yes.”

With every rotation, he pulls me deeper into him, forcing contact. Forcing a reaction.

He gets one.

My heart races. My breathing heavies and my eyes shoot open as my core clenches.

Then, the finale.

I buck against him, pushing my crotch right up against his. I jerk and pulse through my release, and moan out, “Oh, God.”

When I begin to float down from my high, I don’t even hesitate.

Looking Hyke in the eye, I reach into my navy blue blazer and pull out the weapon I chose just for tonight.

His body jerks when he sees it. His eyes widen in shock. “What the fuck is that?”

“A hunting knife,” I respond robotically, holding the ten inch serrated blade up in front of my face.

Hyke swallows hard. “What is this?”

Still on his lap, I lean back on the dash and make myself comfortable. “You have a bad habit, Trenton.” I watch his shocked face morph into sheer terror. I shake my head and continue on a long exhale, “Why couldn’t you just leave those girls alone? They didn’t want you, and you forced them.” My brows rise. “That’s a big no-no, Mr Hyke.”

“That’s a lie,” he hisses. “Every fucking one of them was begging for my cock, just like you were, you little whore.”

“I am a little whore, aren’t I?”

Hyke’s face makes me want to burst into laughter. I lean

closer to him and lick his cheek. “I do want your cock, Mr Hyke.” Gripping the front of his shirt, I put on a baby-like voice and ask, “Can I have it, mister?”

His deflated erection begins to harden once again as I grind against it. “You want me to fuck you, Trenton?”

Breathing heavily, he whispers, “Fuck, yes.”

I kiss him then. Deeply, as a lover would. “Okay.”

Without warning, I push the blade into the centre of his gut firm and fast until I can push no farther. I curl my lip. “Be careful what you wish for, Trenton Hyke.”

Fuck you, I did, Mr Hyke. I fucked you hard.

He tries to fight me, but it’s a pitiful attempt. He stops soon after, resigning to the fact he is dying. And no one will be able to help him. Eyes wide with shock, tears fall over the sides and onto his cheeks. He mutters over and over, “No,” until he coughs, sputters and blood seeps out of his mouth.

I watch as he weakens, pales and wheezes, and finally, he takes his final breath. The light fades from his eyes and I glare at him. “Stupid motherfucker.”

My breath hitches in exhaustion, and I call out to no one in particular, “Come get me.”

Within minutes, a black Mercedes pulls up beside the red truck. I get in and don’t bother greeting Clark.

I put on my seatbelt, turn up the radio and curl up against my door. I sigh to myself. All I want to do is shower and spend some time with Marco.

Chapter Eighteen

Arriving back at Mirage was different this time. There was no congratulations or fanfare as was done after my first job. In fact, Frankie and Ari were already asleep. Bob waited to make sure I wasn’t hurt, but after he did that, he gripped my neck and kissed my forehead, then went to bed himself.

I’m not sure what I was expecting, but coming back to find Marco at his desk glaring at me wasn’t it.

Clark shot me a forced smile. “Goodnight, Cat. I’m glad you’re safe.”

I returned an equally strained smile. “Thanks. Goodnight.”

And now we are alone.

Marco stands so quickly, my breath catches. He strides over to me, jaw set. If looks could kill, I’d be fucked.

“Wash him off you. Then come to me.”